Echnaton And The Miracle

a strange poem, maybe

Lost in Times Square he notes

That the heavens are looking down.

His eyes too dry to be wide

His mouth open with sand

His face made of stone

Look, what do you see ?

Aton`s chair, the holy place,

The highest in the sky.

He answers ;

I thought there was only one. 

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is a thought provoking piece, Leslie...

I enjoyed the weaving of faith wandering into another realm...

There are so many layers to peel away...it's an intriguing write, indeed!~xoxo~:)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is a thought provoking piece, Leslie...

I enjoyed the weaving of faith wandering into another realm...

There are so many layers to peel away...it's an intriguing write, indeed!~xoxo~:)

[Sami Khalil]

The way I take this one is that in times square there are tourists from all over the world buzzing by and with diverse faiths and backgrounds. The religious shock and the cultural ones are evident sir in this wonderful poem. I could be wrong but that is what I got from it...:).............

[Jack Cassidy]

Maybe I'm crazy, but the picture that surfaced in my head was about a guy failing to commit suicide... I'm sure that's way off from the original intention of this poem, but what it triggered in my head was kind of beautiful in the darkest sense. Another favorite of mine, thanks for your words.

K.